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LotR Musical: Round 3!
Just a bunch of my thoughts, once more. From Wednesday 4th October matinee
Pre-Show:
Hobbit!Gimli asked if I wanted to play Ring-toss, and Lobelia challenged me to a game… if I gave her a spoon if she won. I went on stage, shook hands, bowed, played and failed, she got one, shook hands, happily congratulated her with a spoon. Which Rosie then accused her of stealing from me! The audacity!!
Also, I gave Fatty a chocolate bar, and he loves it when people come back again because they always bring him snacks. Got some very funny photos with him. Also, he was having great fun yelling about food - “Hey! Everyone! If you want a Mars Bar, they’ve got a whole bag!”
Mrs. Bolger came and chatted to us about the party, and birthdays, and Rose having her birthday the day before Bilbo’s, and Fatty and Mrs.’ twins being born then too! A busy time in the Shire! The little fauntlings are over their with Fatty’s mum! For Bilbo’s speech, Gollum sat right behind me on the picnic table! He was wearing such a cute jumper. I have a problem.
Act 1:
Gandalf!! I like this understudy! Actually much better than the original! Patrick Bridgman. More sure of himself, powerful in a way, authoritative. Felt more magic and different from the elves than Peter.
Aragorn carries Frodo in so many different ways in the space of about a minute (fireman's, bridal, piggyback, shoulders round)
When Bilbo says "I'm worried I'll turn into him", Gollum pokes his head in from the side and sneers. I’ve never noticed it before, it’s that subtle. You would only notice it at all if you’d seen it before, because he’s still in full hobbit costume. Holy shit it sent chills down my spine.
Each time they mentioned rings and losing their power, they all held theirs, including Elrond who doesn't even mention his
All the Hobbits are so HAPPY all the time up to and during star of Earendil, when around them others are worried and scared and sad - but they’re still set on their Adventure!! I love them!!
Gimli's outfit has the knotwork on the set, lit up in Moria, I really like that detail. It’s obvious, I just hadn’t made the connection before. He’s connected to the “earth” around them.
Gandalf hugging Sam into Moria. Everyone in this show hugs so much and I love that.
It's *Legolas* who tells Merry that Gimli is singing a song of his ancestors. Goddddd the elf/dwarf everything in this musical. (Earlier, in the council, Gimli has to sit down on a bench next to Legolas, clearly hesitates, and Legolas literally turns his body away from him once he’s sat down)
The movement in Lothlorien is so *different* and fluid
Frodo just fucking crying his eyes out in Lothlorien. Everyone else is having the time of their lives. Poor poor man.
Boromir really is the bad guy in this musical, huh?
All the chest and head hand signs are so so sweet - touching you to me, sharing my mind and heart and soul. Elrond does it from his heart to Frodo’s heart, touching his chest and it’s just… so affectionate. The three hunters do the same to Boromir’s body, along with all their different prayer signs, and it makes me cry.
This time the flute music truly was menacing - Saruman’s evil grin held for a while before playing
Have some accidental floating hobbits for the intveral:
Act 2:
R’s favourite bit was Aragorn and Arwen, she kept talking about it!
Aragorn/Arwen’s duet ends very abruptly with lighting changes and Arwen disappearing to aragorn finishing last note kneeling alone surrounded by men. Yes. God. Dream sequences for the win.
Legolas leaps around and does not-quite-flips in his fighting, whereas Gimli is always on the ground
Legolas snogging his bow
Legolas always looks so... clinical, practiced when fighting
"Come back when you're sober" catty asshole
Wonder - bunch of men (including many principles in human gear) sit on the round. As Galadriel sings each "out of", another person gets up and stands before her, until Aragorn, sword held high, “WONDER” - really uplifting. I also really really love Aragorn’s little bit “day may end”, why isn’t it in the cast recording.
When Gollum climbs, it’s up the wall rather than the ladders like Sam and Frodo, and in act 2’s lighting you can’t even see the holds - very creepy
Shelob was actually fantastic when I was properly aware of her. Beautiful and creepy and so much going on.
Frodo and Gollum moving together and also SPEAKING together, when Gollum hears Sam say they'll destroy the ring
When Sam is convincing Frodo to get up so they can walk to mordor, he's reaching out to him, everyone comes on stage and reaches out to him, and he eventually manages to grab his hand
Sam yelling as he carries Frodo on his shoulders is spine-tingling again
Gollum's death, was, again, incredible
Sam and Frodo and Rosie standing together hugging as they wait for the wedding, making me awwww
Group Hobbit foot goodbye aaaaaaa
At the end as Frodo leaves, Gollum and then Bilbo play the tune accompanying him aaaaaa
Final observations:
Head holding situations:
Aragorn and Boromir practically in each others’ faces as he dies
Aragorn and Frodo practically kissing
Gimli and Legolas do this too!! After they’ve proposed!! The spotlight has gone to Aragorn but they’re holding each other in the darkness!
Funny hobbit versions:
Gollum x Aragorn Hobbit AU, 500k
Mrs. Bracegirdle is actually in the show! She’s Kelly!
Gollum is a Proudfoot. Need I say more.
Rosie is Scottish! How could I forget this!
After the show, I congratulated Rosie, Legolas, Haldir, Bilbo and Saruman! I passed on E’s praise of “gay supervillain audacity” and they laughed and said “well it’s hard to hide”. (Side note: they’re enby, of course this is why I find him so attractive)
And, finally, my favourite thing I noticed in the whole show:
For all of Act 2, Frodo's voice is tremulous, breathy and tired EXCEPT directly after Sam says “Well, there’s nothing we can do about that” (the elves leaving for the West).
“Yes we can.”
Completely normal voice. Terrifying.
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FULL REVIEWS: “Wing It Like Witches”
Damn, that last episode was something. It was so much of something that the hype for this episode didn’t come until after they released a screenshot of Amity in the grudgby uniform. Everyone predicted that this was the episode that had Amity join The Owl House squad and...they were right.
The Lumity Trilogy ends with a sports balls game.
The cold open starts with Boscha of all people.
It’s grudgby season again and all I can think of is “Wow how lucky is Luz to enroll in Hexside during the semester where shit happens.” Is the first semester the boring one with no holidays and/or events?
Anyway, I grew up in South Texas where high school football was treated like the biggest deal. I get why Boscha is being treated the way she is, and so does she.
Boscha goes to school expecting a hero’s welcome, but gets pissed when the attention is given to Willow.
Willow tells Luz that ever since she patched things up with Amity, she’s been feeling more confident. That’s really good character development. Without her resentment toward Amity (who was her oldest friend), Willow feels like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. All that hate and sadness was bringing her down, but without it, she’s free to blossom.
I don’t mean to quote Penn & Teller but, “And then there’s this asshole.”
Boscha is so not okay with Willow being happy with herself and just picks on her harder. Especially since it’s grudgby season and she knows she can get away with it.
Amity tells her to grow the fuck up, and Boscha lets it slip that ever since grom Amity has been “getting soft.” This does fucking nothing since Boscha literally spends all day following Willow and friends all day picking on them like crazy. Like damn bitch, don’t you have anything else do do? Don’t you have any life outside of Willow’s?
People ask why I don’t ship Willow and Boscha and this is why. I get enemies to lovers. I get the bully becoming the love interest. Hell, it’s happening with Amity right now. But this is too needlessly cruel for my taste. There’s not way the Defeat Equals Friendship trope is going to work here. Not for me. But hope comes in the form of a useless lesbian.
Amity literally gay panics after getting ‘nam flashbacks of dancing with the girl she likes in the moonlight. Luz asks Amity for help about Boscha, and based on Amity’s answer, I don’t think Amity has ever liked Boscha. She agrees that Boscha is difficult to tolerate. It’s even worse during grudgby season because it becomes all the thinks about. Luz gets the wrong idea from that.
After literally pelting Willow with garbage, Luz challenges Boscha to a grudgby match for Willow. Again Luz’s character flaw of overstepping her bounds comes back. She never even considers what Willow might want or the fact that Willow has never even played grudgby before in her life. And that’s when another of Luz’s character flaws comes back hard. This time it’s Luz expecting life to play out like a story, or more specifically, a sports movie.
Holy crap. Is that the thorn-vault? I’ve never noticed that before.
Luz thinks that if they just try really hard they’ll beat someone who has been excelling at the sport for years. No. That’s not how life works, sweetie. I’m starting to think that maybe Luz’s mom was on to something sending her to camp.
Luz manages to convince Willow and Gus to be on board, but Amity...
She’ll be in her bunk.
Meanwhile in the B-plot (that should be my t-shirt by now), Eda is talking about her time when she was star player of her grudgby team when Lilith makes an unexpected appearance to arrest Eda. Lilith notices that Eda is wearing her old ass grudgby uniform and Eda’s response made me laugh.
“No reason. It’s laundry day.”
Lilith gives Eda a quick reality check to remind her that while Eda was good...
Lilith was better.
This photo really confused me and took me a while to realize that that was Eda and Lilith. Lilith gave herself a serious make over after school. Straightened her hair, darkened it, got ride of the glasses. I didn’t even recognize her.
Since we all got grudgby on the brain, Eda makes a bet. She’ll go with Lilith to The Emperor peacefully if she can beat her in a game of grudgby. Luz is always pulling stuff like this and it works out for her, so why not? Speaking of which.
Willow and Gus teach Luz about grudgby. Luz teaches Willow and Gus about montages and it does not go well at all. The grudgby, I mean. The montage was great.
In fact it’s so bad that Willow confronts Luz about the thing I was just talking about earlier. You can’t just shonen hero through all your problems. Willow and Gus give up and just leave.
I hate comparing shows because I believe they should stand on their own, but this really does remind me of when Lotte got mad at Akko in Little Witch Academia: The Enchanted Parade. Being innocently insensitive plus expecting life to play out like a movie is not a good combo.
Luz and Amity have a heart to heart. Luz’s character flaws do come from a place love. Willow is one of the best friend’s she’s ever had and it hurts to watch her get picked on. She’s not trying to make things worse but growing up on a diet of movies and cartoons, this is the only thing she can think of.
Amity reveals that she actually used to be a jock. No joke. She was the captain of the grudgby team before Boscha. But Amity decided to make the game all about her and her teammates got hurt. So felt so bad that she never played again. Amity is rough around the edges, but deep down she’s always cared about people.
Another gay panic later, and Luz gets the right idea this time. Luz forfeits the game and agrees to take all of Willow’s punishment so that Boscha will stop picking on her.
Bitch, works for me! Think fast!
Amity senses the obvious and immediate danger and goes for help. She reminds Willow and Gus that Luz always has good intentions and needs help because that’s what friends do.
This isn’t about “friendship” is it?
Gus and Willow show up to save Luz but you need three on a team. And in true sports movie fashion, the hero arrives in the eleventh hour to save the team. I.E. the only player who is actually good at the game gives the good guys a chance to win.
Let’s get it on!
It’s game on and for a bunch of nerds the game is actually pretty competitive. It’s a magic sport, so Willow focuses on the magic while Amity focuses on the sport. Luz being Luz, even congratulates the other players when they score. Luz discovers every RPG players favorite spell, fire.
It looks like our heroes pull off the victory in true sports movie fashion when this happens.
I stand by what I said last time. Someone on The Owl House thinks Harry Potter is really fucking stupid. Boscha catches the rusty smidge which means she automatically wins and Luz let’s out two decades of Harry Potter frustration.
But she has a point. If the golden snitch gives your team 150 points and ends the game then the only way to play would be to play defensively and focus all your efforts on finding the snitch. It means there’s literally only one decent way to play the game if you want to win.
“That just invalidates all our efforts! If catching that thing is so important, why do anything else!? There’s no reason to watch any of the other players! THAT’S SUCH A STUPID RULE!”
You tell them, Luz.
But in a twist that everyone saw coming, all the other players (Skara, Cat, Amelie) all had so much fun playing that they invite Willow to join the team. Willow politely declines because Boscha.
But we can’t have Amity help with the season finale so she hurt her leg. Amity panics at the thought of Luz carrying her, so of course Luz picks her up.
“Oh. Wow. Sports.”
Speaking of sports.
It’s game on at The Owl House and Lilith and Eda have a one on one match that’s really close. Eda decides to cheat her way to victory until.
Dammit, Luz!
Eda wins and Lilith vows to return.
The episode ends with Amity joining the fam at The Owl House.
FINAL SCORE: 5 - LOVED IT!
This episode was the best of fun episodes combined with the development of Amity episodes and you get probably my favorite episode. This was so fun and touched on most of the major characters. Even the B-plot is important because now Lilith knows the location of The Owl House. The jokes were funny. It was cute. Just everything.
The Lumity Trilogy ends on a high note. Amity is officially crushing hard on Luz.
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Daminette/Maribat Fairy Tail Au Part 2
Part 1
As the months turned into years Marinette's bond grew stronger with her spirits and her guild mates
Durning this time she gained 2 more golden gate keys, Pollen spirit of subjection, and Kaalki spirit of teleportation
Kaalki was one of Damian's favorite spirit because most of the time she eliminated the need for long travel on vehicles that make him sick
Marinette was able to use star dress with Tixx and Pollen now, but Kaalki refused to do it so far, which Marinette respected
Damian, Marinette, and Jon's team became one of the top teams in the guild
Though they didn't have an official name a lot of the other guild members called them team Hatchling much to their chagrin
Marinette also noticed that Damian was very protective of her
He still let her fight and go on missions with other people, but he was also quick to shield her or step in front of her when facing off against dark wizards
Marinette acted like she was annoyed with it sometimes, but really she was flattered and couldn't help but feel a little flustere at his actions
Jon sometimes joked that he felt like a third wheel, but never made him feel left out or unwanted
They were a tight knit team so much so that when Marinette, the youngest of the group, turned 18 they decided to pool their money and buy a house together
They ended up buying a nice 2 story house close to the guild
It had 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms
It was decided early on after Damian almost burned down the kitchen that cooking would be left to Marinette and Jon and Damian would do any repair work that was needed around the house
About a month after moving in together Marinette started to wake up with Damian in her bed
Not like that you weirdos
Marinette would go to sleep alone in her bed and wake up snuggling with Damian
Not that she minded, but she did wish that he would at least ask before he snuck in
Damian claimed no knowledge in how he got in her bed
He says that he would fall asleep in his own bed and wake up in hers
When he told his brothers they all got the same smug look
Dick: oh you're growing up so fast hatchling
Jason: I guess we should be expecting wedding bells in the future now, huh?
Tim: Should have known, you wouldn't bring just anybody back to the guild with you
Damian: What are you morons babbling about? And I brought Marinette back because she's a powerful wizard
Dick: We're talking about how you are showing all the signs of a dragon slayer whi has found his mate
Damian: WHAT?!?!
Jason: That's right Demon Spawn, it looks like you found your mate
Tim: Dick acted the exact same way when he first met Kori
Damian continued to deny it until one day he found Marinette trying on her new white sundress that flowed around her like water
Something just clicked in his brain
Marinette was his mate no doubt about it
Now he only had to tell Marinette that
And he had every intention to tell Marinette there was just never a good time
As time past the Grand Magic Games approached
This is the first year that Damian, Jon, and Marinette were competing along with Dick, Jason, and Tim
This was also the first year that Marinette's old guild was competing
Their team consisted of Adrien, Alya, Nino, Lila, Natalie, and Ms. Bustier
Unknown to the Justice League guild Grabriel had a nefarious plot cooking up
Gabriel had ordered Lila and Natalie to try and get Marinette's keys no matter what
Marinette was the only person who stood in his way of attaining the final 6 golden keys
Once he gets those keys his wish can be granted and nobody will be able to stand in his way ever again
This wasn't the first time he tried to get the keys from the blasted girl
He sent wizard after wizard to get those keys and all were defeated and either sent back or sent off to jail
He even tried to send a dark guild after the girl and that led to her joining freaking Justice League!
He hoped that with all of the choas from the Grand Magic Games that getting the keys would be easy
Oh boy was he wrong
Marinette was nervous
This would be the first time Marinette would see her old guild in about 3 years
She hoped for the best, but new she wouldn't get it
And she was proven right as her, Damian, and Jon were making her away back to their hotel after exploring the city when they were stop by her old team
Alya: Oh if it isn't the weak little wizard that abandoned us
Marinette sighing: Hey guys how is it going
Lila: Great our team's status has gone way up since you left. We should have kicked you off the team way before
Marinette: You didn't kick me out I left on my own after you abandoned me with no way to protect myself from a dangerous wizard
Nino: Dont be so dramatic dudette. It's not like you got seriously hurt or anything.
Lila: In all honesty the only downside was losing that quick clean up your spirit did. You should have really left her and the rest of your keys with us.
Lila held out her hand like she actually expected Marinette to hand over her keys to her
Marinette stepped back covering her keys with her hands
Damian stepped in front of Marinette and Jon stepped closer to her side
Damian: You know compulsive rings are illegal. Luckily for us we were trained on how to spot those and other illegal rings right away, because their weakness is awareness
Lila growled under her breath
Why couldn't Marinette make this easy for her. It's not like she even deserve those keys
Adrien glaring: And who are you?
Jon: I'm Jon her guildmate
Damian: I'm Damian her...Guildmate!
Damian wanted to say mate, but he still hadn't had that talk with her yet about it and this was definitely not how he wanted her to find out
Alya snorting: Anothe rguild actually took you in? Who did you trick to pull that off
Marinette: I didn't trick anybody! I earned my spot in Justice League!
Marinette showed off her guild mark to her ex-friends
All their jaws dropped
Damian: That's right so unless you want to make some very powerful enemies you'll leave us alone
Damian wrapped his arm around Marinette's shoulder and lead her away from her ex-guild mates with Jon on her other side running her arm in comfort
The games started the next day full of different competitions and different match ups
Marinette hadn't had to go one on one against her ex guild yet until she was put up against Lila in a match up
The two girls stood across from eachother glaring
Lila in the taunting voice how about we make this more interesting Dupen-Cheng. If I win I get your celestial keys if you win I will admit every lie I've ever told
Marinette glaring even harder: NO WAY LILA! No decent celestial wizard would trade their keys away on a bet. My spirits are my friends. No, they're more than that they're my family, I would rather die then let you touch even 1 of them!
Lila with and evil glint in her eye: So be it. If you win it's not like it would actually count. You'll just hide behind you spirits the whole time
Marinette glared at the girl wanting to prove her wrong
The battle that followed was brutal
Marinette didn't call her celestial spirits right away she used her star dress to fight Lila
She would switch between her star dresses impressing the crowd
She switch from ladybug, to black cat, to turtle, which was a soldier looking outfit, to Bee, which was black overall shorts with a yellow off the shoulder crop top striped tights and yellow converses with her hair in a bun.
Marinette finished Lila using her fox star dress creating a illusion of herself to lure Lila out and knocked her out with a blow to the back of her head
Marinette won
She felt a weight ahe didn't realize was there lift off her shoulders
She just proved that everything Lila had ever said about her and other celestial wizards wrong
She felt her teammates engulf her in a hug yelling congratulations before lifting her up and carrying her out of the stadium cheering
The rest of the games were just as exhilarating the final match up that will decide if Justice League or Miraculous Moth would win the whole tournament was between Damian and Adrien
Damian remember all the times Marinette cried over how her old team treated her and he wanted revengs
Nobody treated his mate like that and got away from it
The battle was brutal if one boy gained the upper hand the other would take it back quickly
But Damian won the match up and the tournament with a well time shadow dragon roar
Justice League piled into the stadium surrounding Damian as they cheered over their victory as Adrien was being carried out by medics
Marinette squeezed her way through the crowd reaching Damian
Marinette: Congregations Damian you did great
Damian: Thanks Ang-
Marinette cut him off with a kiss on the lips
Damian froze for a moment before wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her back enjoying every second of it
The two vaguely registered that the cheering seemed to get louder but ignored it
The guild continued the celebrate throughout the night
Most of the guild was so hungover the next day that they had to put off leaving till another day
A decision they would soon regret as they were attacked the next day by Miraculous Moth
Apparently Grabriel was tired if waiting and decided to attack Justice League whe. He thought they would be at their weakness
Miraculous Moth wasn't as powerful as as Justice League, but they had more members
It was 4 to 1
But Justice League refused to give down without a fight
The battle that followed destroyed half of the town they were in
Luckily Barry, Wally, and Kaalki were able to work together using speed and teleportation magic to get the civilians out of the town
During the climax of the battle Marinette finally learned what type of magic her former guild master possessed
He was a celestial wizard just like her
He also had 6 golden gate keys
During the fight Marinette called put Tikki and Plagg while having Wayzz star dress while Gabriel called his own spirits
Gabriel: Give up you stupid girl! You're no match for me!
Marinette hiding behind her shield: Why are you doing this?
Grabiel: To bring back my wife and to gain power over the celestial king
Marinette: You're planning on using the 12 golden gate keys to form a key for the celestial king!?! That will destroy the other spirits! IT WILL KILL THEM!!! I CAN'T LET YOU DO THIS!
Gabriel: And what are you going to do about it?
Marinette darted her eyes around trying to think of a solution when her eyes landed on Damian and she remember a spell her grandfather taught her. One that only the most powerful celestial wizards could cast, and one that must only be used in emergencies.
Marinette closed Tikki's and Plagg's gates before yelling to Damian
Marinette: DAMIAN CATCH!
Marinette threw her keys to Damian who gave her a confused looked but trusted Marinette and her apparent plan
Marinette charged towards Gabriel not dropping her star dress until the very last minutes
Marinette grabbed his keys not letting go as Gabriel tried to claw them out of his hands: Scattered these keys to the four winds. Use the stars as their guide to lead them to partners. Let them shoot across the sky like falling stars and hope that they land within good hands!
As Marinette finished her spell Gabriel's key ring exploded sending his keys across the continent.
The shock wave from the explosion pushed Marinette and Gabriel back
The shock was just what Justice League needed to end the battle and win
Gabriel: NNNOOOOO!!! What have you've done?
Marinette: I've scattered your keys and I won't let you hurt any of them ever again.
With the battle over and Miraculous Moth in custody life was able to settle down
Damian was finally able to talk to Marinette about them being mates
They started dating and 2 years in after a sorcerers' weekly article (a/n: going to do a seperate ova post telling that story) Damian marked her as his mate showing everybody they were together forever
Team Hatchlings adventures continued on for many years
Through marriage, kids, and old age the team of three remained the best of friends, Damian and Marinette welcoming Jon's wife into their team with open arms
No matter what the friends stuck together and fought for what was not only for themselves and their friends but for the future.
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Fic: The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste, ch. 7
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Kagami Tsurugi, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Luka Couffaine, Lila Rossi/karma, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth/aneurism, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Kagami Tsurugi, Plagg & Tikki
Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Lila Rossi, Jagged Stone, Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, Anarka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Wayhem, Nadja Chamack, Nathalie Sancoeur, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Tikki, Fang, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Ms. Mendeleiev, original minor character, Alec Cataldi, Lila Rossi’s Mother, Sabrina Raincomprix, Roger Raincomprix, Mylène Haprèle, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste’s Bodyguard, Nino Lahiffe, Nooroo
Tags: Lila Rossi salt, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Teenage Rebellion, Swearing, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Crack Treated Seriously, Lila Rossi’s Lies Are Exposed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Luka Couffaine Needs a Hug, Paparazzi, Parentification, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Gabriel Agreste Needs an Aneurism, Uncle Jagged Stone, we’re all queer here, the spirit of punk is sometimes just being allowed to be yourself, Kagami Finds Her Groove, punk rock fashion, Savage Kagami, Marinette protection squad, Good Parent Sabine Cheng, Good Parent Tom Dupain, Protective Kagami Tsurugi, Protective Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Sharing a Bed, Pet Names, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Instagram, Bullying, Social Media, Anxiety, Makeover, Hugs, will cure your acne, Face Punching, Bad Ass Juleka Couffaine, Rumors, Protective Juleka Couffaine, Protective Adrien Agreste, Lawyers, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Holding Hands, accountability, mental health, Jagged Stone’s well-paid pet shark, How to Make the Evening News, Sexy eyeliner for days, one fish two fish Lila is a screwed fish, How to have fun and piss Gabriel off, Fuckery, sweet litigious karma, Alya sugar, lawyer shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, Schadenfreude, Bad Ass Alya Césaire, Gaslighting, abuse denormalization, Jagged likes his lawyers like he likes his pets: toothy af, Blood in the Water, Everything you didn’t know you wanted and some things you did, Gabriel Agreste is shark bait, Denial, Consequences, Principal Damocles salt, caline bustier salt, the impotence of Gabriel Agreste, snarky Nooroo, lies and the lying liars who tell them, Lila’s brain is a narcissistic hellscape, Lila’s mind is built like an Escher piece, Alec Cataldi salt, Adrien Sugar, wholesome salt, Fu Salt, Kwami Shenanigans, Nooroo is a little shit
Summary: The Pet Name Game
Notes: Hawkdaddy’s pissed. @norakwami and @cheshiremadd helped by chatting concept.
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The pet names discussion had wound up getting extremely silly. They’d all gone back to relaxing together and kind of cuddling on the big sofa. At first the only one Adrien could come up with was “Blue,” to which Luka had responded, “If you call me Blue, I’m calling you Green.” The girls had vetoed both.
Adrien had joked about Maestro, which Marinette had argued was almost as bad as Magic Fingers.
Interestingly, it was Marinette who had, with the help of her phone, come up with the winning one.
“You know, the name Luka means ‘light.’ Any ideas based on that?”
After some discussion, Adrien had come up with the poetic idea of “Firefly,” like Luka was his light in the dark. Kagami had deemed that adorable, and Luka had turned red.
Luka’s suggestions for Adrien’s nickname largely had to do with music, and while Adrien had been fond of Allegro for a cheerful beat, both girls disagreed, saying they were too niche.
“Alya’s nickname for him is Sunshine,” Marinette finally commented.
Luka smiled. “My Star, then?”
Kagami and Marinette exchanged a look as Adrien’s face heated, then said together, “Perfect.”
“I think we can still do the blue and green joke sometimes,” Adrien murmured, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
“Can I call you MF as a joke?” Luka asked.
Adrien grinned. “Only if I can call you Maestro.”
Marinette groaned. “This is going to be ridiculous.”
“It’ll upset my father,” Adrien pointed out. “Which is the point.”
“Honestly, if they have more than one nickname for each other, it lends credence to the idea that they’ve been secretly dating for a bit. We should specify how long it’s been, of course,” Kagami added.
“I mentioned to Mari that I don’t want to eventually say it was fake, if that’s okay. If anything, we weren’t sure and decided to try dating.” He glanced at Luka.
“I can understand that. I identify as pansexual, though I rarely discuss it,” Luka said with a nod. “So I wouldn’t mind being thought to have been in a relationship with you. We can say we met when we did, on the boat, and you joined Kitty Section. And maybe we decided to go for it a couple weeks ago?”
“I have enabled the two of you to be together after fencing practice several times, then,” Kagami offered. “You have gone for juice?”
“You’ve gotten soul mate ice cream from André!” Marinette crowed. “We can make up a flavor combination.”
Luka grinned. “Green and blue, obviously.”
“Perhaps instead we should go find André once the dye is done,” Kagami commented. “It wouldn’t do to make up a fake flavor combination when we could find out for sure.”
“And you can eat it in the limo, so you’re not out in public too long,” Penny interjected. While Jagged had retired to the other room for a nap with Fang, she’d stayed with them to, as she had put it, ‘chaperone.’ “We’d rather not garner too much attention from M. Agreste this soon.”
“It’ll be another picture for social media.” Adrien hoped Luka wouldn’t get the kind of negative reaction from fans that Marinette had when fans had assumed she was his girlfriend. “I should probably check the comments on those, actually…”
“Not using your phone,” Kagami reminded him.
Marinette pulled out hers, and they all scooted closer to look.
alya.ladyblogger: @adrienagrestebrand wtf when did this happen, Sunshine? #NinoNeedsAnInstagram
alya.ladyblogger: @adrienagrestebrand why is your phone off omgggg
theofficialchloebourgeois: Adrikins, your social media has obv been hacked.
alya.ladyblogger: @theofficialchloebourgeois why do you think it’s been hacked? That’s Sunshine’s smile, for sure.
theofficialchloebourgeois: because there’s no way! He’d tell me!
Aside from those, there were fan reactions ranging from excited congratulations to rather ugly homophobic remarks that made him feel a bit ill to look at—especially now that he knew Mari was bi and Luka was pan.
The official Gabriel Instagram account hadn’t addressed it at all, so Adrien assumed his father was still having a temper tantrum.
A knock on the door sent them scrambling to the kitchenette, but it was the spa staff ready to rinse the dye.
When he was getting his hair blow-dried, Marinette handed him her phone again so he could see what she’d just replied.
marinettedesigned: You look so happy with him! I’m glad you two decided to go public!
He glanced at her with a frown. “Are you sure you want to imply you knew?”
“Yeah. Kagami’s going to, and I’m going to, too.” Then she got a wicked grin. “It’ll drive Lila batty.”
“Honestly, I don’t see her being able to hold back, regardless. But that will certainly make her angrier. I just hope it doesn’t make her go after you more than she has.” Adrien looked at her reproachfully. “I wish you’d told me she’d threatened you, Mari. I never would’ve given you that awful advice.”
Marinette turned red, and Kagami scowled.
“This girl threatened Marinette?” When both Adrien and Luka nodded, the girl clenched her fists. “That is unacceptable.”
“I’m okay,” Marinette whispered.
Luka settled a hand on her shoulder. “She’s hurt you, made you more anxious. I can’t help you, since I don’t go to school with you. But Adrien can.”
“Perhaps during the hour and a half that our schools allow for lunch, Luka and I can join you and Adrien,” Kagami added, placing her hand on Marinette’s other shoulder. “We can present a united front.”
“Usually I’m expected home for lunch, but as I’m engaging in teenager rebellion, staying at school to eat lunch with my boyfriend is a nice way to do that.”
“Then it’s settled,” Kagami said decisively. “We shall eat lunch together either at Collège Françoise Dupont or at a café or restaurant in the surrounding area from now on.”
The relieved smile that graced Marinette’s face was almost heartbreaking, and Adrien realized exactly how much stress she’d been under, how much he’d failed her. He took her hand, squeezing it lightly in apology.
The stylist finished with his hair a few minutes later, and after they spent a few minutes admiring the results, Marinette pulled his hood up so they could all sneak down to the limo. They found André Glacier’s location via social media, and Penny had the driver take them as close as possible.
There wasn’t a line, so they rushed out of the limo and hurried to the cart. Luka and Adrien approached first.
André greeted them like old friends. “Ah, a lovely pair the two of you make. Blueberry for the gentle heart’s tranquility, a soothing sweetness. And, ah, for you… You’ve come into your own, young man! Passion fruit for the one shining bright as the sun!”
“Would you get some with me as well, Marinette?” Kagami asked. “I would not be able to finish an entire one on my own.”
André smiled at them. “I’ve just the treat for you. Orange for the fire that burns in her heart, blackberry for her night-dark hair. A dual sweetness, with a twist, for the two of you.”
They hurried back to the waiting limo, managing to escape notice—fortunately it was an odd hour. Once inside, they took advantage of the photo opportunity with Adrien and Luka, then passed around the treats, all four of them sharing in the flavors.
“I’m glad I got passion fruit,” Adrien commented. “It’s my favorite. And all the others go so well with it!”
Kagami’s phone buzzed. “Regrettably, I am expected to return home, or I would enjoy continuing to help.”
“We’ll drop you off before we return to the hotel,” Penny told her. “It’s always nice meeting Marinette’s friends, and I’m sure Jagged will be disappointed he didn’t get to say goodbye.”
They had dropped Kagami off and just returned to the hotel when Marinette’s phone went off.
But this time it was an Akuma alert.
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous fanfiction#my fanfiction#The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste#lukadrien#luka couffaine#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#kagami tsurugi#penny rolling#andre glacier#lila salt#miraculous salt#lila 'the liar' rossi#lila rossi#alya cesaire#chloe bourgeois
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Precious Time (fic to complement art)
to anna @illgetmerope, for the robron anniversary celebrations i really wanted to pay tribute to you as an amazing artist and thank you for your wonderful art. i wrote three short fics to work alongside three of your favourite art pieces. i hope i managed to do them justice because what i love best about your pieces is the intimacy, emotion and joy that you can feel through the screen. being that i’ve set this in the “now” universe, the fic does have a sad edge but i hope you’ll forgive me.
Precious Time
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(art inspiration)
Aaron’s out of breath, his wild heart thrashing under damp skin. He pulls Robert closer, until their foreheads bump and Robert’s fingers climb to the back of his neck. Aaron’s mouth falls ajar and he’s too aware of the sounds he’s making. Gasping. Desperate. Between them, their cocks touch, their hands stroke. Aaron feels like he just might collapse at the knees. Robert stops for a moment to kiss him, and murmur hotly: “I want you. God, I want you.”
The bedroom is dark, the only light from a leak of moonlight between the slats of the blinds and there’s something about the dim that makes everything closer, more intimate.
Robert pulls Aaron by the hips and runs his tongue and teeth against Aaron’s throat and Aaron’s fingers in Robert’s hair feel like a retaliation, tugging and teasing. Then by some magic Aaron has control again, and edges them over to the wall of the bedroom. Robert’s been away on a haulage trip and oh fuck he’s missed this, missed Robert’s body, the size and skill of his hands. There’s only so much memories and late night texts can do.
It’s stupid o’clock and Robert told him not to wait up but he had. He’d sprawled on the sofa, TV on low and pinching himself to stay awake. He’d failed. When he was next aware of his surroundings, Robert was home, creeping around the living room to cover Aaron in a blanket, but Aaron opened an eye and grabbed his wrist to stop him.
“I told you not to wait,” Robert said with such affection that Aaron pulled him down by the shirt collar for a kiss.
“I wanted to see you.”
After a kiss that was slow and sleepy, Robert pulled away and with suggestion in his voice said, “How tired are you?”
Aaron leapt off the sofa and then they were upstairs, stark naked, kissing in a sleep-deprived trance. Real conversation could wait for the morning. Robert would ask about the yard, about Liv, and Aaron would hear the trials and tribulations of some complicated haulage route and queues in Dover.
Aaron’s so close to the edge now, but Robert knows him too well and holds back, toying with him. He tries to roll his hips, rub up against Robert, but it’s a game of cat and mouse, Robert wants to delay it. Robert presses his forehead harder against Aaron’s and lets deliberately loud moans cause goose-bumps to appear on Aaron’s skin. He lets sighs and groans morph into extended versions of Aaron’s own name. Other words blend into it too, words like: good, and yes, and, oh like that. Sometimes, Robert admitted to Aaron, he could get hard just by imagining Aaron jerking him off. That’s how good he was.
Aaron feels Robert sinking, aware that in some way they’re holding each other up. He leans some of his weight on Robert’s shoulder and in turn, Robert presses his nose and mouth into the crook of Aaron’s neck and whimpers. Aaron rolls his head to the side and whispers so Robert can hear, a strangled, urgent cry: “I’m gonna come.”
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(art inspiration)
There’s a moment where they share the same breath, where neither of them feel like separate people. Aaron loses the second syllable of Robert’s name down the back of his throat and runs his hands over Robert’s chest, transferring heat to all the peaks and shallows of his body. His hands come to a natural fit around his waist that once might have felt like possession but now is just home. Comfort.
What had it been? An argument, a fight. Something quick and hot-tempered, an explosion of shouting, and later when he was alone, tears. Time was falling from them fast and Aaron hated himself – hated them both – for wasting a single second. When they made up they didn’t speak, curling against each other, pressing their noses into skin and hair and clothes and committing it all to memory while pretending they weren’t.
Robert seems taller somehow, like Aaron’s grief is shrinking him day by day. Robert presses his face against Aaron, breathes him in, puts his hands on his shoulders as if to say: I’m right here. Aaron manages to bottle it all up again, the solid presence of Robert’s body giving him a strength he can no longer find just in himself. He understands now why people talk of finding “The One”, why people talk about souls. He’s always thought it’s stupid. He still does when it comes out of the mouths of people who haven’t known love like he has.
He can feel Robert’s heart racing, just like earlier when the frustrating was pulsing away in Robert’s neck. When they’re breathing in tandem again, eyes closed and all Aaron can feel in the slight weight of Robert’s hands, they begin to move. Sway so slightly that an observer wouldn’t even be able to notice. It feels like a lifetime since they danced in front of their friends and family in a pub tackily dressed for every occasion. A bee hanging from the ceiling. Christmas chintz. He was at his happiest, at an impossible place, and yet the day after he knew prison would crush him.
It feels like a lifetime. It feels like yesterday.
Aaron secures his arms around Robert’s waist with a clinging that says: never let me go.
Breathe in, breathe out. He can make this last forever, if he holds on tight enough. He tilts his head so his lips catch Robert’s and then nestles his face in the crook of his neck. He knows, in some way, that every touch is a goodbye now, but he won’t let the thought consume him. He won’t let it win.
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iii.
(art inspiration)
When they get home on the Sunday, the 6th, the day after their anniversary, with the low-slung sun blaring into their eyes on the drive home from the hotel, they collapse onto the sofa. Their eyes squint to stay open and Robert pulls a rough hand through his unstyled hair before offering to make Aaron a drink.
“I’m fine,” he says and then in a flush of softness, rests his hand on Robert’s knee and his head on his shoulder. “I’m knackered-”
“-but it was worth it.”
Aaron’s smile steals the breath from him. “Hundred percent.”
It’s hard not to let any leak of sadness through but they’d promised themselves through the weekend that this was a time to treasure, to reminisce and be grateful. Not a time to dwell on the future and the what ifs - when had that ever got them anywhere?
They were supposed to be using Mandy’s money for important things, but Robert had reasoned with him that this was their wedding anniversary - their first - and it was an occasion that deserved celebrating in luxury. Robert booked a five-star penthouse suite with its own terrace, a hot tub, a gilded bath in the bedroom. Aaron didn’t want to see the bill and he let Robert organise the whole thing as a surprise, shutting out any pressing thoughts about what their life might look like in a few months to just enjoy the moment. It wasn’t denial. It was survival.
It was second nature in the hotel bed, adrenaline and passion made him euphoric. Robert took every sensation he owned and multiplied it. Toes curled, spine arched, the pressure of pleasure so intense he thought he might have to escape his own skin. Afterwards Robert checked the time on the watch Aaron had gifted him – well, returned – a year ago and then stroked Aaron’s face, thumb stilling on his lip.
“A year ago to the hour, husband,” Robert said.
“Best day of my life,” Aaron said, denying the tears that were threatening and leaned to kiss him, to seal their anniversary with a new vow of its own. To cherish every second.
They didn’t even entertain the idea of going somewhere that evening, it was as much as Robert could do to entice Aaron downstairs to the bar and restaurant for something to eat. But that was after a long, hot soak in the bath, watching Robert lay stark naked as he flicked through the TV channels. Aaron wore a shirt and blazer as promise and then because Robert was nothing but a cheesy bastard, an extra dessert was brought out after they’d finished the first, and placed between them.
Happy Wedding Anniversary x
The waiter gave Robert a subtle nod when he placed it down, candle and everything and said to them, “Congratulations. We heard it was a very special day.”
“It is,” Robert said, filling Aaron’s stunned and aching silence with an adoring smile. “Thank you.”
Aaron stared at the candle, his throat clenching after the waiter had gone. “Can you make a wish if it’s not a birthday?”
“Worth a shot.”
Under the table Aaron gripped his hand and together they closed their eyes and wished for the same thing.
Back at home on the sofa, Aaron feels Robert shift beside him, reaching for something on the coffee table. It’s their wedding album. Aaron knows Robert’s been keeping it out to look at every few days, opening it and closing it like picking at a scab. When it’s out, sitting there, it’s shiny cover, it taunts them, comforts them. Every day has the same atmosphere.
Aaron budges up next to him so they’re comfortably squashed in the arm of the sofa and tucks his arm through Robert’s so they can look through it together. They’re in silence mostly, looking at each picture, each photograph electric with its own memories. They laugh out loud at some of them from the reception, like the one of Faith leaving lipstick marks all over Robert’s cheeks. There are photos of all the family, the doughnut cake, the car, the decorated pub filled with photos taken from their life together. The album tells a story all on its own.
“It was perfect,” Robert says flicking back to the photo of the two of them after they’d said their vows, when they were walking back down the aisle, confetti, tears and cheers surrounding them.
“Feels like yesterday.”
“We can always do it again,” Robert says with a teasing smile.
“Marrying me twice not enough?”
Robert takes his hand tightly, it’s all bones and knuckles and sincerity. It feels unbreakable.
“Marrying you is the best thing I ever did.”
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Blood path au
N/A: Just an idea I got here. EVO AoA au.
@djinmer4 @bamfoftheundead @dannybagpipesarecalling @sailorstar9 @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336
Power is the centre of everything. Who has money has power over the ones who do not have. Those who held a higher position in their respective job have power over the ones who are jobless one. Amanda wants power, but, a different type of power. She wants to rule this dimension completely.
Amanda Szardos is the only daughter of Margalia Szardos, the Red Queen, and knows they are made to rule the world, sadly, they have enemies and those enemies have more power than them. A power that forces them to be subjugated.
But Amanda has beauty and ambition and she refuses to be less than a Queen.
"Hence, why I need a demonic dog" Amanda mutters to herself in her room. A cosy place that her magic crafted. Amanda knows how to rule, she needs power and the X-men are a big threat to her, she can´t cast spells left and right because Jean Grey will stop her, or even worse, Storm, the weather witch, will destroy her. Now, if she has a demonic dog...
All the ingredients are set in place. All the herbs, all the scents and all the words, everything is ready, well, except one ingredient. Blood, the life source that makes a person be truly alive.
("Our blood, Amanda, is far too precious than those lowlifes, never forget that" "of course, mother, our blood is proof of our perfection")
"Blood!" Amanda states rolling her eyes. "How cliche" but is a necessary ingredient. Her blood is sacred, the gods themselves crafted the Szardos and thus making their blood be a gift from the gods.
A smile plays in her pretty face. "There´s nothing saying it has to be my blood" and Amanda knows what´s best, after all, she´s the great Amanda Szardos and her fate is to be the most powerful woman in all planet.
The Bayville High School is a place that is more liberal in some terms and more progressive than others. The mutants are still a tough spot to handle, but, the school has the policy of allowing any mutant in the school as long they aren´t a danger to the others.
Amanda wishes she could laugh out loud at how pathetic this situation is. Vermins fighting to see who is less dirty, well, Amanda can pretend to be a good girl with her golden blonde hair and angelical smile. The X-men don´t need to know the future Queen of the world is walking so close to them.
(Mutants, humans who cares. You all are born to serve me- is a thought that keeps Amanda going with such facade, how she longs to give a passionate kiss on her lover, her brother, free of judgment or rules)
Blood.Blood. Blood. This is a word that keeps reeling in her mind, over and over again. She needs blood, but, not any blood, but, blood from someone that is not from the Catholicism.
Amanda is not a true Roma, but, was never baptized either, but, using her own blood is out of the question. Amanda´s eyes travel to the other students, cattle wanting to be massacred for their master.
Biting her fingernail is not a cute display, but, Amanda is a woman of habits and vices, so, her mind is searching for a fit candidate, when, out of sudden the school yard´s heard a loud cry from one of the soccer´s team. "Oh my god, she´s bleeding!"
And all eyes are on the small soccer team member.
Kitty Pryde, with her curly short hair and doe eyes, is on the floor holding her knee in visible pain.
Kitty Pryde is, of course, Jewish and extremely proud of her heritage, Amanda recalls, in one of Bayville´s soccer game that took place last month, the girl did wear the Davi Star at a full display on her uniform(she said something about her Ima, which is Jewish word, wants Kitty to win the game)
Amanda sees an opportunity and is taking by its tail. Putting her best caretaker expression she hushes to the injury Kitty Pryde. "Wait, I´d know first aids," she said looking at the injury and is really bloody, perfect for her plan.
Amanda is cleaning the wound and proceeds to treat as a real doctor or nurse should, then, once getting what she needs, Amanda offers a good story that Kitty needs to go to the infirmary right now.
As Kitty´s friends pick her up and take to the infirmary and at everyone´s eyes Amanda is a real darling. And as people are either worrying for Kitty´s health or praising Amanda for her quick thinking, no one questioned why Amanda didn´t throw away the tissue with Kitty´s blood.
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Back to Amanda´s lair, once her mother is back to her dimension and Steffan is needed in another place(killing children and bring their blood is barbaric but useful for spells, so, Amanda can only wish good luck to her lover) and she has free space and time to do her greatest scheme ever.
"First the school, then the city, then the country and finally, Belasco himself" an evil smile plays on her lips as she uses Kitty´s blood and throws on the pentagram she crafted with chalk.
"Hear me, the demon of hell, come to me and serve your master. Kill my enemies, bring the glory I deserve" the pentagram glows a soft red light and the blood is absorbed.
Nothing happens after that. Amanda tries one more time and this time, there´s no glow.
"Where´s my dog of hell?" Amanda shouts angrily.
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Meanwhile, in the X-men´s mansion, one room is being light even though all the other room has no light, and, to make matters even worse, the said light of this peculiar room is a strong hue of red. This is the room of Kitty "Ariel" Pryde.
This strong light was more than enough to jolt Kitty from her bed, ignoring the pain of her kneel, and promptly grab her weapon close to her. A gauntlet with claws.
A figure steps in from a portal and starts complaining in German(?) and Kitty is a fan of "attack first, question later"
"Vhat?" the figure asked looking at his forearm and then to Kitty Pryde. "What have you done?" a young man with blue fur, tail, scarlet eyes, a red scar in form of lighting bolt and fangs shows up in her room, Kitty won´t be so helpless.
Ariel is a warrior in many subjects, so, if a demon wants to fight Ariel, then, a fight it will happen. So, once again, ignoring the pain, Kitty went to attack the figure. Throwing a good punch out him and letting her fingers phase through his face.
"Who are you and what do you want? Speak quick or your pretty face will be inside out" Kitty speaks as her eyes are gazing upon her scarlet ones fearless. Her other hand is already in his stomach and she can rip him apart if he tries any funny business.
"Rude! you summon me and now tries to kill me?" the figure speaks calmly letting his tail tapping on her injury knee "Thankful for you it was me not my moronic brother who was summoned" the last part has a certain disdain and Kitty has no time to solve the mysteries of the family life of her demonic intruder.
The demonic figure, for his part, is not showing fear, instead, his tail is tapping on her injured knee earning a loud groan of pain and making Kitty lost her balance, she should have fallen from the ground(a rookie mistake as the pain make her lose focus on her intangibility) however, the figure catches her in the last minute.
At this moment, Kitty only narrow her eyes and said with now the same disdain as the figure "I didn´t summon an edge version of Harry Potter"
"The name Darkholme means something to you?" he asked back now a bit confused.
"NO! dammit, I was sleeping and you show up ...and what fuck is going on?"
She notices that Kurt is keeping his sword at the sheath(Two swords and the man can use at any moment) and now is confused and slowly show his forearm. "Did you know what this means?" all the while still holding Kitty as if they are about to kiss.
Kitty tries to phase his organs out, but, his tail is causing pain on her injury once again and the pain is too great to be ignored "No, edge lord," she said and look at how her own forearm and is a shock. They both have the same symbol.
The X-men arrives and the figure shows the symbol making them by surprise. Ororo, the weather witch, looks at the symbol and reconize the symbol in seconds.
"Kitty, did you summon a demon?"
"NO!"
"Congratulations, you now have a demon"
"My name is Kurt Darkholme and not Demon,"
Meanwhile, Amanda is still crying about her faithful demon dog. Maybe Kitty´s blood wasn´t good enough, that´s ok, she can go after more blood.
#blood path au#AoA kurtty#Kurt Darkholme#AoA kitty pryde#Amanda is cray cray#always anti amanda#AoA Evo au
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Toe Poke Daily: Guendouzi’s ‘2-1’ not first time hubris has backfired in soccer
Roberto Pereyra’s converted penalty brought Watford back from their two-goal deficit, to force a 2-2 draw with Arsenal at Vicarage Road.
Shaka Hislop slams Unai Emery for his lack of leadership and Arsenal for their calamitous play out of the back in their draw against Watford.
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Matteo Guendouzi succumbed to hubris on Sunday afternoon as Arsenal played out a largely self-inflicted 2-2 draw against bottom-of-the-league Watford.
The 20-year-old midfielder goaded his opponents by making a “2-1” gesture while being booed by the home fans at Vicarage Road as he was being substituted.
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— Watford Football Club (@WatfordFC) September 15, 2019
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the Hornets pulled a goal back to secure themselves a much-needed point, leaving the Gunners — and Guendouzi in particular — looking rather foolish.
So, prepare to cringe as we foist upon you several more examples of arrogance and conceit to have taken place on (and just off) the pitch in recent years.
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Raul Jimenez (Wolves)
Raul Jimenez must have wished he’d waited for the bell to ring before revealing his mask.
As if the perils of celebrating too early haven’t already been witnessed several hundred times over in football, Wolves striker Raul Jiminez still fell foul in last season’s FA Cup semifinal against Watford.
With little over an hour played, the Mexico forward put Wolves 2-0 up at Wembley and then launched into an elaborate celebration routine that included donning a club-branded Lucha Libre wrestling mask.
Sadly, everything fell apart for Jiminez and Wolves as Watford came roaring back, inspired by a brilliant cameo from substitute Gerard Deulofou. The former Barcelona winger scored twice either side of Troy Deeney‘s 94th-minute penalty to snatch a 3-2 win in extra time for the Hornets.
Deeney didn’t hold his tongue after the final whistle either, lambasting Jimenez for his premature celebration: “I’m glad he put that mask on. He can wear it out now he’s a loser.”
Layvin Kurzawa (France)
An even better photo. The French teasing the Swedes after their 89th minute goal that put them through at the time pic.twitter.com/fFZxVEfsxR
— Julien Laurens (@LaurensJulien) October 14, 2014
Trailing 2-0 coming into the second leg of the playoff, Sweden’s under-21 side needed something special to overturn France’s lead and thus qualify for Euro 2015.
By the 71st minute, the Swedes had battled back to lead 3-2 on aggregate only for Layvin Kurzawa to score in the 87th minute and nudge Les Bleus narrowly ahead again on away goals.
Despite the precarious nature of the scoreline, Kurzawa chose to celebrate by mocking Sweden by waving his opponents goodbye with a cocky “farewell” salute.
This soon backfired when Oscar Lewicki scored again for the Swedes in the 90th minute to wrap up a dramatic 4-3 win that sent his side through to the finals at France’s expense.
As a final act of comeuppance, Sweden then celebrated their brilliant comeback by marching around the stadium saluting their own fans.
Jermain Defoe (Tottenham)
Jermain Defoe won’t be the last player to be feel the weight of a commemerative t-shirt under their jersey.
Defoe had a special celebration prepared as he chased his 100th Premier League goal back in 2011.
However, the surprise was somewhat ruined by the fact that the “100 goals” shirt he planned to reveal when he reached the milestone was clearly visible under his white Tottenham jersey when he took to the field against West Ham. The game ended 0-0 and the shirt had to go in the wash.
Defoe was then benched for the following game and then found himself stuck on 99 goals for over a month before he finally find the net again to bring up his century — though the cursed shirt was not worn for the occasion.
“It has been on my mind, a lot,” Defoe admitted afterwards. “I think especially the West Ham game. I had the T-shirt on and then I missed a couple of chances. I suppose it’s been noticeable, the waiting.”
Martin Demichelis (Argentina)
As an Argentina international playing in Germany, the result was not ideal for Martin Demichelis.
As Argentina geared up to face Germany in the quarterfinals of the 2010 World Cup, defender Martin Demichelis found himself facing criticism for his recent lapse in form.
Instead of taking it on the chin, the Bayern Munich man instead chose to deflect attention by aiming a cheap jibe at John Terry after England’s infamous 4-1 capitulation against Die Mannschaft in the previous round.
“Seeing the way Terry played against Germany, if I was Terry I wouldn’t be able to go back to my country,” Demichelis declared.
With Demichelis anchoring their back four, Argentina promptly lost 4-0.
Bild (Germany)
Hier die offizielle Aufstellung von Italien, heute Abend. #italy #italien# #deutschland #em #em2012 #germany #bild pic.twitter.com/OhkPSGEJ
— post_bote_ (@post_bote_) June 28, 2012
Before the Euro 2012 semifinal between the two of the continent’s great rivals, German newspaper Bild tempted fate by creating a pithy graphic of the formation they expected Italy to employ.
The diagram showed the Azzurri all taking their seats on the plane home after being sent packing by Germany.
Unfortunately, things didn’t quite pan out that way as Mario Balotelli scored twice in a 2-1 victory that sent Italy through to face Spain in the final.
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Ronaldinho among PSG greats honoured in graffiti
Paris Saint-Germain might only turn 50 next year but the French champions have packed many trophies and star players into their comparatively short history compared with many of their European rivals.
A collection of murals outside of PSG’s home of Parc des Princes has appeared and it pays tributes to the Ligue 1 giants — ever-presents in Ligue 1 since getting there in 1974 when they also moved into their current stadium — and most emblematic figures.
Well worth your time & a look when near Parc des Princes
https://t.co/Jb1p4ZfjHl – Via @CulturePSG
#PSG
— Jonathan Johnson (@Jon_LeGossip) September 16, 2019
From the likes of Jean-Pierre Dogliani, through Mustapha Dahleb and Safet Susic, David Ginola, George Weah and Rai, Ronaldinho and Pauleta, as well as Zlatan Ibrahimovic, PSG’s near-50-year history has been charted in graffiti style.
Ronaldinho, who played for PSG between 2001-03, was particularly touched by his selection for the tribute and publicly thanked the artists responsible via social media.
Muito feliz em fazer parte desta homenagem e estar na história deste clube incrível, @PSG_inside obrigado por tanto carinho e respeito!!! A art grafite ficou linda, parabéns aos artistas que fizeram bonito
pic.twitter.com/BG6qHDKMvj
— Ronaldinho Gaúcho (@10Ronaldinho) September 14, 2019
“Very happy to be part of this tribute and part of the history of as amazing a club as PSG,” the iconic former Brazil international wrote. “Thank you so much for this affection and respect! Graffiti art is beautiful, so congratulations to the artists, who did such an exquisite job.”
Ronaldinho only won the 2001 UEFA Intertoto Cup with Les Parisiens but is still held in high regard by the long-standing PSG faithful for his magical spell.
Current Brazilian icon Neymar is battling to restore his reputation among the PSG fans after failing to secure a summer return to Barcelona. The home fans booed him during the match against Strasbourg at the weekend, but Neymar responded in style with a majestic acrobatic winner late in the game. (Jonathan Johnson)
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Character Sign: Cancer
Character name: Samuel Wade
Birthday: 7/7/1997
Sexuality: bisexual
Gender: male
Moon Sign: Pisces Moon – he’s someone who needs fantasy, compassion, escape, and creative outlets more than anything else in the world. he can go a little stir-crazy at times, which is why it’s important for him to have security as well, but he can be extremely hard to pin down and read when he gets into one of his darker moods. sometimes he feels he is best left on his own, even though he wishes he could connect better, but he knows he needs to figure out how to navigate his own soul before he can really reach out to others around him. he is and will always be drawn to artistic, sensual and spiritual pursuits.
Faceclaim: Neels Visser
Power: future illustration – it’s not so much any sort of clear image that splashes itself across his mind and forces him to recreate it on any surface available, it’s more like some sort of gut feeling, almost unnoticeable sometimes until he’s practically finished with it. the urge to draw or paint something is as familiar and ingrained in him as the need to breath or his body’s need for blood from his heart—it’s something stuck just beneath the layers of his skin, and he doesn’t even think about it until he looks down and realizes he’s drawn something that ends up coming true a little while later. he does it without thinking most of the time, but then there are a few dark midnights, sleepless nights when the kaleidoscope mess tries to seep out through his fingertips, the drive to create something much stronger than his need to sleep. the talent for art has always been there inside of him, the magic just decided to adhere itself to that.
What do they study? Art Appreciation
Biography:
rule 1: schizophrenia is hereditary.
you wouldn’t think that to look at Marie Mason though, as she smiles and walks slowly down the aisle to marry the man who has stolen her heart and all her inhibitions and reservations about love. they’ve thrown themselves into this wedding, adored each other endlessly, despite the family secret she keeps from him, hoping on every star in the sky and any god in heaven that somehow, maybe the curse will pass her by unaffected. maybe their love is stronger than her genetics, maybe his kiss will break the evil spell, the ticking time-bomb on her mind. and after all, doesn’t everyone deserve a happy, fairytale ending? the Beatles sang “all you need is love” and they both agree wholeheartedly, because this feels absolute between the two of them. there is nothing that can get in the way of their union.
rule 2: love is not stronger than madness.
no one bears the brunt of her mental decay as much as her first-born son Samuel, especially in the first seven years of his life. he learns to run quickly, hide perfectly, play games that make no sense and have no rules. he has to think on his feet, tell stories without endings, anything he can do to please her, to help her, to make her love him—or at least remind her that she once did love him. it comes and goes sometimes, and he suffers in school for it, despite how much money his father pours into his education.
what father doesn’t seem to understand is that, yes, she does have many good, long stretches of sanity, weeks when she is fine, she is stable, she is operational, and Samuel enjoys these times because that’s when their family love dynamic actually feels real. but those times never really last long enough, they are just the minute gasps for breaths the universe takes before exploding again. his mother and his little brother, younger by three years, and him can all go to the park and have picnics, and he doesn’t have to think about how Jacob is already a better reader than he is. Jacob is better at a lot of things, but Samuel’s sheer amount of personality ensures his place as older brother. he can also draw better than anyone else in his class, but no one is as much a fan of his work as Jacob is, and Samuel is sure that nothing in the world can break the two of them apart.
that’s why when the doctors finally come and take their mother away while she is screaming and thrashing around, like a demon straight out of hell, Samuel holds onto Jacob’s hand tight enough that neither of them have to notice that their father can’t even look at them. Samuel is terrified that one day he’ll grow up to be as cold and distant as that man, but he’s even more scared about his mother’s genetic lotto win taking root in him.
rule 3: nothing in this world is in your control.
caution: contents are hot. he lets himself ride the waves of adolescence, boiling over with too much freezer-burn chemicals. like a sunflower, he is all brightness on the outer rim, the edges of him oozing glamour and laughter and just enough coyness to keep others interested, but in the center is dark, dark inflorescence, drying and dying out in the sun. he can feel himself changing as puberty takes over, shifting him into the kind of boy who stares at other people too long and lets himself fall into chaos too quickly. he falls in love too hard and lets it drive him to the edge of his mental cliff time and time again, because maybe if he gets used to it out here, it won’t be so bad when he finally tumbles down off it. he lives his life in fear of madness, which gives him a bit of wild freedom, but mostly just makes him want to cave in on himself.
his turmoil breathes life into the only part of him left that’s still beating; drawing and painting. he spends hours on it, creates everything from abstract memories of dreams to landscapes and fruits. it’s an incredibly forgiving art, but nothing about that sentiment lets him sleep a full night through, unburdened by nightmares.
his father comes to him one day after he’s turned eighteen and tells him he expects good grading scores from his high school so that he can enroll in a well-accredited university next fall—a university that has already been picked out for him. Samuel hadn’t intended to go to college, actually, because he wanted to start selling his art as soon as possible, but he doesn’t have the means or support system around him to venture off on his own, the way he wishes he did. he’s too easily persuaded to attend, but he manages to hold his own when it comes to which classes to choose. his father wants him to become a doctor, and follow in his footsteps of becoming a surgeon. for that entire summer, he starts bringing his oldest son to his hospital with him, making him watch the surgeries sometimes, hoping that the drive to cut people open and fix them will somehow seep into Samuel via osmosis. it’s total hell to the eighteen-year-old, and it doesn’t convince him to change his college schedule at all.
rule 4: with great power comes great responsibility.
not very far into his experience at durham, things begin to change. at first, he thinks “this is it, i’m finally losing it,” when he sees the exact same car-wreck scene on the news as what he had drawn earlier that morning. he thinks maybe it’s a coincidence, maybe a fluke, maybe some kind of déjà vu. he sets the picture on fire and smokes a cigarette as he watches it burn, his heart pounding in his chest, the fear like freezing fingers wrapping around his lungs, suffocating him. it’s not long though before it happens again, and again, and again—the things he draws becoming real somehow, and he begins to worry whether he’s drawing the future or creating it through his drawings.
it takes about a month or two, after he really starts taking action based on the paintings and drawings, that he realizes he is shaping only one version of the future, and that by simply knowing about it and doing something with that knowledge, it can be changed; which is a huge relief. so he starts acting on his abilities, working to fix whatever seems wrong, warn whoever he needs to, avoid the pitfalls he can see coming. he very rarely anymore draws the things he wants to, but it’s okay because this is more important anyway, and his skills at detail and coloring are getting better, sharper, clearer.
but with each new picture he puts his whole soul into, he feels it leave him just a little bit more. it’s a well-known fact that talent and survival cannot exist harmoniously inside one body; eventually something has to give. nothing is stronger than madness, he controls nothing in this world.
and schizophrenia is hereditary.
Five interesting facts about your character:
I. he has grown up with a mild form of dyslexia, making him very uncomfortable reading things. he struggled through it all throughout high school, oftentimes bullshitting his way through tests and literature classes. whenever he was called upon to read something from the books, he would always play it off as something silly, like making up the words and story as he went, often getting in minor bits of trouble for it. whenever it was really important that he learn the material, he just looked up youtube videos for it. he still needs to do that sometimes.
II. he calls his little brother Jacob every week, just to check up on him. he hates being so far away from his brother, really the only member of his family that he ever connected with. his brother looks up to him a lot, even though Sam has no idea why anyone would.
III. he lives off of a steady diet of ramen and code-red mountain dew. he knows he should eat better, but he’s too young to care about health food and he’s been blessed with a fantastic metabolism. plus, he doesn’t know how to cook and he can’t be bothered to learn.
IV. he does work out though, whenever he can, and even though his choice of exorcise is boxing mostly, he wishes he could get more into martial arts, like taekwondo or jujitsu.
V. secretly loves super nerdy stuff, like anime and comic books, but he tries his best to keep all that under wraps, stuffed into the bottom of one of his pants drawers, because he is scared of what people will think of him if they knew. he wants to be chill, not looked at like he’s crazy.
Character Quote:
“lie with me under
the sweeping sky that
forgets us
there is no other kind of death
destroy me if you must.”
–inkskinned.tumblr.com
If your character had a patronus what would it be? and why? his patronus is a dapple-grey stallion. it means his passion for the things he loves is hard to beat, he becomes very involved in his friends, family, hobbies and studies. he can be very sensitive and emotional, getting hurt easily and often feeling melancholy for very little reason. however, this emotional enlightenment allows him to understand others and empathize extremely well, while also being very creative and intelligent.
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Samuel stared at the lines on the wooden door in front of him, his eyes wide but unmoving– stagnant just like the rest of his entire body. he was supposed to be moving, supposed to be a man of action by now, like he had told himself countless times to be. he’d spent the better part of the morning looking into a mirror, practicing the lines he was about to say, going over what sounds best, the exact type of words to formulate, anything that didn’t sound creepy or desperate. he wanted to be one of those guys who were able to just go after whatever they want, no hesitation, no overthinking.
but he wasn’t. he wasn’t a man of action, he wasn’t a man of anything– he was just standing here in front of his classmate’s door like an idiot, completely immobile because his nervousness had rooted him to her welcome mat. he was supposed to knock on the door ten minutes ago. he should have already gotten this done and over with by now but instead he couldn’t stop staring at the lines in the door and thinking about how heartbroken he was going to be as soon as she rejected him.
she had no idea how hard he’d been working up the courage to do this. how long he’d spent practicing his tone of voice or his smile. he wanted everything to be perfect and if he messed this up…. he might never have forgiven himself. he had already messed up so many other relationships and lost so many opportunities with her already this semester. he wanted to move forward. he wanted to show her how much he liked her.
he slowly inhaled a breath, lifting his fist up to knock on the door, but he couldn’t make contact. maybe he could do this next week. there would still be a next week, right? there was always next week– next month– next year. except what if she moved away or dropped out of school? what if she got a boyfriend? and then he’d have to see them together in the hallways, think about how she liked to be kissed, think about whether she was being treated well enough. he was not keen on this idea.
but knocking on this door was about as easy as fitting his whole arm into his mouth. how did other people seem to do this so damn easily? he always saw it in movies and things, guys being assertive and girls being spunky but accepting. things always worked out in movies though, whereas real life was often messier, especially in those first few steps of a relationship.
relationship? maybe he shouldn’t have been thinking about that word just yet—it was still pretty early. he hadn’t even managed to ask her out yet. hadn’t even knocked on the goddamn door. he huffed again, the nervous fluttering and pounding in his chest only getting worse.
he lifted his fist up again, an inch or two away, when the door suddenly opened and there she was, a bag of trash in her hand, and there he was, his arm raised like an idiot. “i…! oh..! hi..” his palms immediately started sweating as panic set in and his fight-or-flight instinct started telling him to turn and run. his feet however, were still painfully glued to this spot. “i, uh… i was just about to knock… on your door….” he slowly lowered his hand, feeling like a deer in the headlights. “obviously.”
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PDL Week 12 Recap
PDL Recap Week 12
We have concluded the last week of the regular season of the PDL. Let’s take a look at the final games before we head into playoffs.
DEP vs. TOT: 6-0
NWN vs. HEH: 3-0
VAV vs. BFS: VAV Forfeit
COG vs. NJJ: 6-0
SHS vs. SLC: 4-0
NYY vs. NJJ: 4-0
PIP vs. BLP: 1-0
HFW vs. ITA: 0-1
JAX vs. LOL: 5-0
MID vs. DCC: 5-0
MIL vs. BAL: 2-0
AUK vs. MIN: 0-5
This has been one incredible season with a roller-coaster of up and downs. I’m incredibly proud of how hard every team has played so far and how much teams have improved over the season. For those teams that made playoffs, congrats and good luck. May the hax forever be in your favor and may your focus blasts never miss.
Let’s cover some season statistics before we head into which teams made playoffs.
No surprise to anyone but the Rhyhorn Steakhouse was the hardest division with the most overall wins, yet they have the lowest seed out of the top team of each division. We also had 13 teams out of 24 have better than a 50% record at the end of the season, which only goes to show how powerful all the teams have become over the season.
I have dug deep into the math figured out who had the toughest schedule overall. To calculate that I looked at each team and added up all the wins of their opponents and after a close battle the team with the toughest overall schedule goes to: Miami Lanturns with an average of each team have 6.75 wins.
Pick ’ems
This has been a lot of fun to cover over the season and I want to congratulate Clod9 on picking the most matches correctly this season, but it isn’t over. There will be a playoff bracket challenge where you can make a bracket for the playoffs and earn points based on how well each team does. More details and the link to the challenge are below.
PLAYOFF PICTURE
This has been one crazy ride to playoffs as we had several teams waiting up until the last moment to know if they were going to be in or not. I want to congratulate everyone on what they have accomplished this season. I encourage everyone to take part in the Pickem’s for the Playoffs and root on your favorite teams in the All Star Game. Without further ado this is how we calculated the playoff teams:
Seeding of the playoffs is based off Record first then we go into the tie breakers:
Best Win % in Division
Head to Head
Best Record Against Common Opponents
Strength of Victory
Strength of Schedule
Coin Flip
Based off this we have determined the Playoffs
I’d like to announce the top seed of each Division in order of ranking:
1 COG
2 HFW
3 BFS
4 MIN
Next we have the Second seeds of each Division in order of ranking:
5 MID
6 ITA
7 NWN
8 SLC
Finally we have the 4 best of the rest teams in order of ranking:
9 BAL
10 PIP
11 SHS
12 MIL
8. SLC vs 9. BAL (Winner plays 1. COG)
5. MID vs. 12. MIL (Winner plays 4. MIN)
7. NWN vs. 10. PIP (Winner plays 2. HFW)
6. ITA vs. 11. SHS (Winner plays 3. BFS)
We will take a week off before playoffs so all first week matches for the first round of the playoffs are due July 8th.
Once all the matches for the week are completed we will move on to the next round.
Fill out a Playoff bracket here: https://challonge.com/PDLS2PO
Interview with Zcron
This week I’m joined by the shadow president of PUCL… the legendary ZCRON!
Clod9: Thank you Zcron for joining us this week. It has been a wild ride this season but let’s start at the beginning: how did you prepare for this draft?
Zcron: Preparing for a draft never goes as planned, so I didn’t prepare beyond knowing that my first pick would be Excadrill. The rest of the team just kind of adapted as the draft went.
C9: Has your team performed up to your standards so far?
ZN: My team has been surprisingly effective despite lacking a real defensive core. About halfway through the season I decided to toss a lot of my tank stuff and just go full-on offensive with a focus on hard-hitting priority users like Golisopod and Raikou.
C9: Congrats on making playoffs. You had a great run last year with a couple upsets to set yourself apart from the rest until hax was your ultimate defeat. How far do you think you will go this year, barring hax?
ZN: The plan is to make it to the final match and then finally whip out Mega Tyranitar. Or he/she may come out earlier. WHO KNOWS?! Bahahahaha
But yeah, any Pokemon player should always aim for number one. I HAVE THE POWER OF ARCEUS AND ANIME ON MY SIDE.
C9: If you win you will be playing me in the Quarterfinals. Do you think you can handle that?
ZN: I managed to beat you earlier in the season, though it was close. Should be a fun game!
C9: Let’s look back on the season who were you most excited to battle this season?
ZN: h3nz and I had the misfortune of both trying the exact same strategy, so a face-off against him was highly anticipated, especially since he picked up the Gigalith I dropped early on. Unfortunately, we both expected the other to bring our sand setter, and neither did, so our match was a sand match with no sand. Top keks all around.
C9: I noticed a brand change this season,why did you choose the team name, Pittsburg Piplups?
ZN: The sole reason I picked this team name was to troll Thatch. No more questions at this time.
C9: Were there any secret techs that you brought for your matchups that you didn’t get to showcase?
ZN: My team is very versatile in the held items they can all bring, so most of the change-ups are about which of my Pokemon has the Z Crystal in any given fight. Golisopod having Assault Vest ended up being crucial in my final match of the season, though Wishiwashi didn’t get a chance to Hydro Vortex its old teammate, Cinccino.
C9: Who would you say is the mon you are/were most excited to use on your team this year?
ZN: Excadrill is just too freaking great to not have, but Wishiwashi and Raikou in draft league are honestly insane. Great coverage and bulk. Wishiwashi should not be a D-tier. Not by any stretch.
C9: You’ve had an impressive run to the playoffs so far, what would you say was the key to your success?
ZN: Predicting correctly and mitigating risk. Playing to your outs in every match, and thinking about games in the long term, rather than the short. I keep track of every battle and every move used play-by-play on a piece of paper. Keeping notes has paid off for me.
C9: You have been around PUCL for a while so let’s dive deep into how that all came about, when did you start listening to PUCL?
ZN: I think it was in 2012 or 2013 that I started listening due to the urgings of my irl friend Bocefus.
C9: How did you get promoted up through the ranks to blackthorn council?
ZN: I produced a whole lot of written content for PUCL when there wasn’t much there. Eventually, I was tasked with recruiting other writers to the site, and that’s how we ended up with several members of the core PUCL leadership including Whimsicott, Jushiro, and SublimeManic.
C9:What Pokemon generation did you start with?
ZN: 3rd Generation, Pokemon Sapphire version. I got it for my 7th or 8th birthday and it got me through a cross-country RV trek after my house burnt down in the California mountains.
C9: What is your favorite region?
ZN: Hoenn. Unova comes close, but the lazy, circular shape kicks it out of the running.
C9: Who is your favorite Pokemon?
ZN:. Toxapex, with Golbat as a close second.
C9: If you had to pick: Attack or Special Attack?
ZN: ATTACK. MY DRILL WILL BE THE ONE THAT BREAKS THROUGH THE HEAVENS.
C9: What is your battle style: Stall/Hyper Offense/Bulky Offense/Balance?
ZN: Out of those options, Bulky Offense is probably the closest. I like to make teams that can easily switch out and have passive effects like Magic Bounce or Rocky Helmet.
C9: Do you prefer Speed or Trick Room?
ZN: Speed. Trick Room is rarely a problem for me since it’s highly visible in a team comp, and is entirely destroyed by a single Pokemon with Taunt.
C9: What is your favorite Weather; Hail/Sand/Rain or Sun?
ZN: Sand, because I am a member of the political faction known as the DESERT COMMUNISTS alongside VIGER
C9: Electric/Misty/Grassy or Psychic Terrain?
ZN: I hate all of them, but Electric is the one I hate the least.
C9: Favorite status to inflict: Sleep/Freeze/Paralysis/Burn or Poison?
ZN: Paralysis. A big part of my strategy last draft league was T-waving everything with Cresselia.
C9: Have you watched the Pokemon anime? If yes, what is your favorite Theme song?
ZN: I like the Pokemon Advanced Battle song Unbeatable. Mainly for nostalgia reasons.
C9: Will you be participating in the Summer League to collect badges this summer or any other pucl event?
ZN: I have attempted to do the summer league several times, but have bad luck making the scheduled times and haven’t transferred too many non draft league Pokemon to USUM. I will make time for some battles soon. I want that 2ds XL!
C9: Thank you once again for joining us this week! Good luck in the playoffs! That’s all the time we have this week. See y’all again next time!
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Your Dreams Are Probably Stupid And Nobody Cares (That’s a Good Thing)
Your Dreams Are Probably Stupid And Nobody Cares (That’s a Good Thing)
When I was a little kid, I had an idea about what the afterlife would involve.
I thought that after I died, I’d go to some place where a bunch of people, sort of like the chorus in a Greek tragedy, would show me film reels of my most embarrassing and uncool moments — picking my nose on the toilet, the time I farted in my boss’ face, that sort of thing.
It would be an epic circus of my humiliation, painstakingly documented by — who? minor deities? accountants of Hell? all the boys I ever had an awkward crush on? My immature theology was never quite clear on that.
The concept here is that some group of people is watching my every move, cataloguing it for posterity, and really really caring about it.
That sounds dumb, of course.
But isn’t that how we act when it comes to our own self-image?
I mean, isn’t that just basically Twitter, Instagram, and sharing all your workouts to Facebook?
Many of us at some point have operated with the core beliefs that:
We are being closely observed.
We are being closely observed by people who really, really care.
The people who really, really care are judgmental as shit.
We really, really care that they really, really care.
So we have to act in ways that don’t let those people find any flaws. We must be perfect, lest this committee make us sit in a plastic folding chair with our eyes propped open, watching footage of that time we fucked up a Powerpoint and pooped our pants.
Many years ago, every time I worked out, I’d imagine a group of Stumptuous readers tsk-tsking.
“How can she have such a lousy squat?”
“Yes, her butt does look terrible in those pants… and in all pants ever invented.”
“What a poser.”
To be clear, I was working out alone.
By myself.
Invisible to the internet (yes, youngsters, there was a time when that was possible).
Nobody cared about my dreams.
Nobody cared whether I was a bodybuilder or a powerlifter, good at bench pressing, whether I was doing 3 sets of 5 or 5 sets of 3, what % of my 1RM I was using, or what I had for lunch.
For that matter, nobody cared about my cellulite angst, my squat numbers (or any other numbers), my weight, my butt’s shape / size / dimensions / aesthetic correctness, or any other trivial detail of my life.
Unless maybe I stepped on their foot on the subway or played my music too loud or cut them off in traffic, then other people briefly cared about how my trajectory might be interfering with theirs. Until they didn’t care again.
And yet I acted like they cared.
I acted and thought like everyone cared. Deeply.
I acted and thought like the rest of the world was arguing about my relative merits in the same way that old men around the world argue about football on smoky Sunday afternoons in the local café — passionately, with excruciating attention to errors, narratively needlepointing every fine detail of every stat and movement, gesticulating to indicate displeasure with fingers stabbing into the air.
I acted and thought like everyone gave a huge wet-burrito shit about all of it. All of me. All of my life.
My dreams. My worries. My thoughts.
Like my life was some Truman Show with cameras everywhere, even inside my brain.
But it’s not.
Now to be clear, I don’t mean I am alone and unloved.
I’m not hurtling isolated on this bald blue planet through space, silently weeping because there is no God and I can’t address my thank-you letters for a sunny day to any particular cosmic customer service representative.
Well, there is no God, and saying “thank you physics for the photons” doesn’t quite have the same thrill, but the fact that 7 billion people in the world aren’t breathlessly hitting “refresh” to find out what amazing thing I am doing doesn’t mean I live in some nihilist cave.
I’m surrounded by caring friends and family, by people who are interested in what I have to say, and do, and who I am, and my opinions on Manchego cheese (delicious), the Middle East (I can’t even) or Saul Bellow (literary genius).
It’s just that what they love, care about, and are interested in has nothing to do with all the stuff I thought was important.
Stuff like:
How much weight I could lift (or not).
How fast I could run (or waddle).
How high I could jump (ha).
My clothing size.
My weight.
My (in)visible abs.
Whether I was doing X style workout or Y style.
Whether I was eating X diet or Y diet or not at all.
Whether I had been “bad” or “good”.
Whether I had accomplished my desired number of reps and sets.
Whether I had trained my core, or my posterior chain, or my stability, and exactly which method I used.
In fact, talking and worrying about all of the above, or related topics, makes you boring as shit. (Even to people who love you dearly and think the way you say “refrigerator” is delightful.)
In North America, we have a particular conceit. Which is:
We think our dreams are intrinsically valuable because they are our dreams.
If other people critique our dreams, or don’t care about our dreams, or don’t give us the right reaction when we grandly announce that we are following our dreams, we think they are hatin-ass morons who don’t care about our dreams.
Which they should! Because those are our dreams! All dreams are good and amazing and beautiful and worthy of slackjawed wondrous awe!
Stop and think about that for a moment.
Demanding unwavering allegiance to the correctness of dreams is what toddlers do.
Children are fundamentally egocentric. They have no context or comparison. Their small world is everything.
They will build an elaborate fort, announce that it is a spaceship, and scream you straight to hell if you tell them that it’s just a bunch of stupid pillows. You’d better buy in to that pillow ship, my friend.
Now, of course, in children, this is delightful.
I love watching kids create imaginary universes and live them. They encourage all of us cynically defeated adult bastards to believe in magic, if only for a few moments.
I also think imagination is a grand thing in general. I have a solid roster of mental adventure stories, starring myself as a pirate ninja sharpshooter acrobat popstar brain surgeon… or whatever.
But I don’t mix up imagination with reality.
Here’s what mixing up a child’s imagination with adult reality looks like.
You worry about being “good”. Or “bad”.
If you are “good”, it’s mostly for show. And doesn’t last. (Ta daaaa! Aren’t I behaving so much better than my little sister right now?)
If you are “bad”, you make confessions on the internet. (OMG! Here’s what I ate! Soooo naughty! Teehee!)
You think that magic is real — that there is a fairy-dusted mixture of sets and reps and macronutrients that unlocks the special door to Buffland.
You demand that all of us look at you! Look at you! Oh my goodness! You lifted like a big girl! So strong!
Oh dear! You did not lift as much weight as you wanted! So sad! You should punish yourself! You should have a tantrum!
You confuse a given outcome with intrinsic value — an “A” on your spelling test, a gold star for being a good girl, a pat on the head for nice cursive writing, a high-five for your bathroom selfie.
If this isn’t you, and right now you’re chain-smoking Marlboros, leafing through your mutual fund reports, and chuckling in a growly Joan Crawford voice about how you just can’t be arsed to care about anything — congratulations. Enjoy your eccentric, very grown-up performance artist / sociopathic life.
The truth is:
We all have a little bit of small child in our brains.
Most of us want there to be magic.
Most of us want other people to love us and give us gold stars.
Most of us want to perform well.
Most of us want to play by the social rules and win the game.
Most of us don’t want to be ostracized, “get in trouble”, or be the group weirdo.
Most of us probably just need some juice, a cuddle, and a nap.
That’s normal.
We shouldn’t kill off our imaginations.
Again, pirate ninja sharpshooter acrobat popstar brain surgeon. 900 degree Tony Hawk spin!
Rad, right?
We should, however, learn to distinguish child-brain from adult-brain.
And this includes getting clear about what we’re doing, why we’re doing it, and where reality will impose natural and necessary limitations on us.
Think about it this way.
Imagine a 4-square grid.
One dimension is “ego-gratifying”. This runs from “completely self-centered” to “selfless”.
The second dimension is “realistic”. This runs from “could do it right now, now problem” to “you have to break the laws of space and time to make this happen”.
So you can have basically 4 types of things (with lots of stuff in between along a continuum, of course).
Ego-gratifying and unrealistic. Basically you winning the world and having everyone notice. Awesome to imagine; don’t try executing any of these things seriously unless you want to become an obsessive, frustrated a-hole and have crying jags because you can’t free-dive a kilometre or walk around at 5% bodyfat all the time.
Ego-gratifying and realistic. Everyone needs a little bit of this one in their lives. But not too much. Maybe 10-20% of your activities and effort should live here.
Non-ego-gratifying and unrealistic. “World peace” and “Save all the whales” usually lives in here, unless “Save the whales” is really about you building some environmentalist empire, which is not that crazy if you see How To Change The World and realize that social movements involve a lot more dick-waving than you’d expect. Any genital waving bumps it back up to Category 1. Actually Category 3 is sneakily a lot like Category 1. If you’re a coach / trainer “just trying to help” by berating or pushing your clients in a noble martyred struggle against ignorance and sloth, you may think you’re #3 when you’re really #1.
Non-ego-gratifying and realistic. This is where most of your life should be if you want to be happy, sane, and functional. Of course, we’re not looking for complete self-erasure here in Category 4, or some weird trippy Zen state where you serenely declare that all is all.
So what lives in Category 4 — non-ego-gratifying and realistic?
Empathy and compassion — helping other people in ways that they genuinely need and want, as well as having compassion for yourself.
Intrinsic mastery — learning skills that you truly enjoy and find useful, slowly and consistently.
Beginner’s mind — being open to new ideas, learning, expanding your worldview, and being coached.
Seeking, getting, and taking feedback — using data, information, and the evidence of experience to make decisions.
Scientific reasoning — looking at evidence, thinking critically, avoiding magical leaps of logic.
Showing up for practice — just showing up. Plain old showing up. Being there. Putting in the reps. Doing what needs to be done. Not looking for shortcuts; realizing that the practice is the point.
Enjoying things for their own sake — having fun, playing, simply being present.
OK, look, I don’t mean to be a downer.
Living in the non-ego-gratifying real world is awesome.
You’re truly free.
If you know your dreams are silly and that nobody cares about them, YOU get to decide whether you try to manifest them.
YOU get to decide whether they’re worth giving a shit about.
YOU get to decide whether they should live in your head (yay) or live outside (yay), and you know the difference between what’s inside and outside.
If you know your dreams are silly, but you really want to do something, you can choose to replace them with less-silly ones. Get coaching and feedback from people who have the objective expertise to help you, and don’t pout when they guide you gently towards reality.
If you know your dreams are silly and you do them anyway, recognizing that they are utterly ridiculous and probably won’t amount to shit, we call that fun. We call that a hobby. Or an eccentricity. Silly pointless goofing around is how disc golf, extreme ironing, and Roomba Pong got invented. None of it was needed, but it sure does spice up life.
Pointless antics often form the fountain of creativity, as long as you don’t take them too seriously. (Check out the Stupid Shit No-One Needs and Terrible Ideas Hackathon.)
If you know that nobody cares, we also call that fun. Because play can’t be too concerned with the audience.
Most of the time, nobody is judging you because they’re too caught up in their own paranoia about their own embarrassing afterlife blooper reel.
You’re completely liberated from the weight of other people’s imaginary shit-giving.
Even if they are judging you, it’s cursory. It’s a brief blip before they return to their own rumination. So, no harm no foul.
What would you do if there was no “measuring up”?
If there was no social scrutiny?
No Truman Show cameras?
What would you do if, figuratively, you were alone in all the very best ways — the delicious kind of aloneness where you can wear your jammies with the peanut butter stains, and sing I Will Survive in your loudest voice, and pee with the door open, and be like Tom Cruise in Risky Business? That kind of dance-like-nobody’s-watching feeling?
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Take that feeling, and bring it along with you wherever you go.
You don’t have to be alone and drunk-dancing in your underwear to feel it. You can choose to feel it anywhere, any time.
You can nurture that feeling of fundamental freedom and fun in any environment, with any pursuit.
There’s no final exam. There are no judges. There are few rules besides reality requiring that you face it.
And if you fuck it up, well… if there’s no God, there’s probably also no film crew.
Me and some peeps from my boxing class, so concerned with serious appearances and impressing people.
Original Article: Your Dreams Are Probably Stupid And Nobody Cares
Your Dreams Are Probably Stupid And Nobody Cares (That’s a Good Thing)
When I was a little kid, I had an idea about what the afterlife would involve.
I thought that after I died, I’d go to some place where a bunch of people, sort of like the chorus in a Greek tragedy, would show me film reels of my most embarrassing and uncool moments — picking my nose on the toilet, the time I farted in my boss’ face, that sort of thing.
It would be an epic circus of my humiliation, painstakingly documented by — who? minor deities? accountants of Hell? all the boys I ever had an awkward crush on? My immature theology was never quite clear on that.
The concept here is that some group of people is watching my every move, cataloguing it for posterity, and really really caring about it.
That sounds dumb, of course.
But isn’t that how we act when it comes to our own self-image?
I mean, isn’t that just basically Twitter, Instagram, and sharing all your workouts to Facebook?
Many of us at some point have operated with the core beliefs that:
We are being closely observed.
We are being closely observed by people who really, really care.
The people who really, really care are judgmental as shit.
We really, really care that they really, really care.
So we have to act in ways that don’t let those people find any flaws. We must be perfect, lest this committee make us sit in a plastic folding chair with our eyes propped open, watching footage of that time we fucked up a Powerpoint and pooped our pants.
Many years ago, every time I worked out, I’d imagine a group of Stumptuous readers tsk-tsking.
“How can she have such a lousy squat?”
“Yes, her butt does look terrible in those pants… and in all pants ever invented.”
“What a poser.”
To be clear, I was working out alone.
By myself.
Invisible to the internet (yes, youngsters, there was a time when that was possible).
Nobody cared about my dreams.
Nobody cared whether I was a bodybuilder or a powerlifter, good at bench pressing, whether I was doing 3 sets of 5 or 5 sets of 3, what % of my 1RM I was using, or what I had for lunch.
For that matter, nobody cared about my cellulite angst, my squat numbers (or any other numbers), my weight, my butt’s shape / size / dimensions / aesthetic correctness, or any other trivial detail of my life.
Unless maybe I stepped on their foot on the subway or played my music too loud or cut them off in traffic, then other people briefly cared about how my trajectory might be interfering with theirs. Until they didn’t care again.
And yet I acted like they cared.
I acted and thought like everyone cared. Deeply.
I acted and thought like the rest of the world was arguing about my relative merits in the same way that old men around the world argue about football on smoky Sunday afternoons in the local café — passionately, with excruciating attention to errors, narratively needlepointing every fine detail of every stat and movement, gesticulating to indicate displeasure with fingers stabbing into the air.
I acted and thought like everyone gave a huge wet-burrito shit about all of it. All of me. All of my life.
My dreams. My worries. My thoughts.
Like my life was some Truman Show with cameras everywhere, even inside my brain.
But it’s not.
Now to be clear, I don’t mean I am alone and unloved.
I’m not hurtling isolated on this bald blue planet through space, silently weeping because there is no God and I can’t address my thank-you letters for a sunny day to any particular cosmic customer service representative.
Well, there is no God, and saying “thank you physics for the photons” doesn’t quite have the same thrill, but the fact that 7 billion people in the world aren’t breathlessly hitting “refresh” to find out what amazing thing I am doing doesn’t mean I live in some nihilist cave.
I’m surrounded by caring friends and family, by people who are interested in what I have to say, and do, and who I am, and my opinions on Manchego cheese (delicious), the Middle East (I can’t even) or Saul Bellow (literary genius).
It’s just that what they love, care about, and are interested in has nothing to do with all the stuff I thought was important.
Stuff like:
How much weight I could lift (or not).
How fast I could run (or waddle).
How high I could jump (ha).
My clothing size.
My weight.
My (in)visible abs.
Whether I was doing X style workout or Y style.
Whether I was eating X diet or Y diet or not at all.
Whether I had been “bad” or “good”.
Whether I had accomplished my desired number of reps and sets.
Whether I had trained my core, or my posterior chain, or my stability, and exactly which method I used.
In fact, talking and worrying about all of the above, or related topics, makes you boring as shit. (Even to people who love you dearly and think the way you say “refrigerator” is delightful.)
In North America, we have a particular conceit. Which is:
We think our dreams are intrinsically valuable because they are our dreams.
If other people critique our dreams, or don’t care about our dreams, or don’t give us the right reaction when we grandly announce that we are following our dreams, we think they are hatin-ass morons who don’t care about our dreams.
Which they should! Because those are our dreams! All dreams are good and amazing and beautiful and worthy of slackjawed wondrous awe!
Stop and think about that for a moment.
Demanding unwavering allegiance to the correctness of dreams is what toddlers do.
Children are fundamentally egocentric. They have no context or comparison. Their small world is everything.
They will build an elaborate fort, announce that it is a spaceship, and scream you straight to hell if you tell them that it’s just a bunch of stupid pillows. You’d better buy in to that pillow ship, my friend.
Now, of course, in children, this is delightful.
I love watching kids create imaginary universes and live them. They encourage all of us cynically defeated adult bastards to believe in magic, if only for a few moments.
I also think imagination is a grand thing in general. I have a solid roster of mental adventure stories, starring myself as a pirate ninja sharpshooter acrobat popstar brain surgeon… or whatever.
But I don’t mix up imagination with reality.
Here’s what mixing up a child’s imagination with adult reality looks like.
You worry about being “good”. Or “bad”.
If you are “good”, it’s mostly for show. And doesn’t last. (Ta daaaa! Aren’t I behaving so much better than my little sister right now?)
If you are “bad”, you make confessions on the internet. (OMG! Here’s what I ate! Soooo naughty! Teehee!)
You think that magic is real — that there is a fairy-dusted mixture of sets and reps and macronutrients that unlocks the special door to Buffland.
You demand that all of us look at you! Look at you! Oh my goodness! You lifted like a big girl! So strong!
Oh dear! You did not lift as much weight as you wanted! So sad! You should punish yourself! You should have a tantrum!
You confuse a given outcome with intrinsic value — an “A” on your spelling test, a gold star for being a good girl, a pat on the head for nice cursive writing, a high-five for your bathroom selfie.
If this isn’t you, and right now you’re chain-smoking Marlboros, leafing through your mutual fund reports, and chuckling in a growly Joan Crawford voice about how you just can’t be arsed to care about anything — congratulations. Enjoy your eccentric, very grown-up performance artist / sociopathic life.
The truth is:
We all have a little bit of small child in our brains.
Most of us want there to be magic.
Most of us want other people to love us and give us gold stars.
Most of us want to perform well.
Most of us want to play by the social rules and win the game.
Most of us don’t want to be ostracized, “get in trouble”, or be the group weirdo.
Most of us probably just need some juice, a cuddle, and a nap.
That’s normal.
We shouldn’t kill off our imaginations.
Again, pirate ninja sharpshooter acrobat popstar brain surgeon. 900 degree Tony Hawk spin!
Rad, right?
We should, however, learn to distinguish child-brain from adult-brain.
And this includes getting clear about what we’re doing, why we’re doing it, and where reality will impose natural and necessary limitations on us.
Think about it this way.
Imagine a 4-square grid.
One dimension is “ego-gratifying”. This runs from “completely self-centered” to “selfless”.
The second dimension is “realistic”. This runs from “could do it right now, now problem” to “you have to break the laws of space and time to make this happen”.
So you can have basically 4 types of things (with lots of stuff in between along a continuum, of course).
Ego-gratifying and unrealistic. Basically you winning the world and having everyone notice. Awesome to imagine; don’t try executing any of these things seriously unless you want to become an obsessive, frustrated a-hole and have crying jags because you can’t free-dive a kilometre or walk around at 5% bodyfat all the time.
Ego-gratifying and realistic. Everyone needs a little bit of this one in their lives. But not too much. Maybe 10-20% of your activities and effort should live here.
Non-ego-gratifying and unrealistic. “World peace” and “Save all the whales” usually lives in here, unless “Save the whales” is really about you building some environmentalist empire, which is not that crazy if you see How To Change The World and realize that social movements involve a lot more dick-waving than you’d expect. Any genital waving bumps it back up to Category 1. Actually Category 3 is sneakily a lot like Category 1. If you’re a coach / trainer “just trying to help” by berating or pushing your clients in a noble martyred struggle against ignorance and sloth, you may think you’re #3 when you’re really #1.
Non-ego-gratifying and realistic. This is where most of your life should be if you want to be happy, sane, and functional. Of course, we’re not looking for complete self-erasure here in Category 4, or some weird trippy Zen state where you serenely declare that all is all.
So what lives in Category 4 — non-ego-gratifying and realistic?
Empathy and compassion — helping other people in ways that they genuinely need and want, as well as having compassion for yourself.
Intrinsic mastery — learning skills that you truly enjoy and find useful, slowly and consistently.
Beginner’s mind — being open to new ideas, learning, expanding your worldview, and being coached.
Seeking, getting, and taking feedback — using data, information, and the evidence of experience to make decisions.
Scientific reasoning — looking at evidence, thinking critically, avoiding magical leaps of logic.
Showing up for practice — just showing up. Plain old showing up. Being there. Putting in the reps. Doing what needs to be done. Not looking for shortcuts; realizing that the practice is the point.
Enjoying things for their own sake — having fun, playing, simply being present.
OK, look, I don’t mean to be a downer.
Living in the non-ego-gratifying real world is awesome.
You’re truly free.
If you know your dreams are silly and that nobody cares about them, YOU get to decide whether you try to manifest them.
YOU get to decide whether they’re worth giving a shit about.
YOU get to decide whether they should live in your head (yay) or live outside (yay), and you know the difference between what’s inside and outside.
If you know your dreams are silly, but you really want to do something, you can choose to replace them with less-silly ones. Get coaching and feedback from people who have the objective expertise to help you, and don’t pout when they guide you gently towards reality.
If you know your dreams are silly and you do them anyway, recognizing that they are utterly ridiculous and probably won’t amount to shit, we call that fun. We call that a hobby. Or an eccentricity. Silly pointless goofing around is how disc golf, extreme ironing, and Roomba Pong got invented. None of it was needed, but it sure does spice up life.
Pointless antics often form the fountain of creativity, as long as you don’t take them too seriously. (Check out the Stupid Shit No-One Needs and Terrible Ideas Hackathon.)
If you know that nobody cares, we also call that fun. Because play can’t be too concerned with the audience.
Most of the time, nobody is judging you because they’re too caught up in their own paranoia about their own embarrassing afterlife blooper reel.
You’re completely liberated from the weight of other people’s imaginary shit-giving.
Even if they are judging you, it’s cursory. It’s a brief blip before they return to their own rumination. So, no harm no foul.
What would you do if there was no “measuring up”?
If there was no social scrutiny?
No Truman Show cameras?
What would you do if, figuratively, you were alone in all the very best ways — the delicious kind of aloneness where you can wear your jammies with the peanut butter stains, and sing I Will Survive in your loudest voice, and pee with the door open, and be like Tom Cruise in Risky Business? That kind of dance-like-nobody’s-watching feeling?
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Take that feeling, and bring it along with you wherever you go.
You don’t have to be alone and drunk-dancing in your underwear to feel it. You can choose to feel it anywhere, any time.
You can nurture that feeling of fundamental freedom and fun in any environment, with any pursuit.
There’s no final exam. There are no judges. There are few rules besides reality requiring that you face it.
And if you fuck it up, well… if there’s no God, there’s probably also no film crew.
Me and some peeps from my boxing class, so concerned with serious appearances and impressing people.
Original Article: Your Dreams Are Probably Stupid And Nobody Cares
Your Dreams Are Probably Stupid And Nobody Cares (That’s a Good Thing) published first on https://wellnessgeeky.wordpress.com
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